A poem I wrote earlier today: Transcendence: I walk through the forest alone. My thoughts heavy stones. Parting a weeping willow tree, I see my inner self. A perfect being with the magical beauty of a fairy or an elf. She beckons me to gaze into the pool at her feet. My reflection reveals sadness and defeat. She sees I am wary and gestures for me to sit beside her on the stone. In the presence of her peace and love I feel at home. She doesnt speak I understand her telepathically. She is my true soul, I the personality. The two have become one. The time of castle, emerald chamber, cage, prison, and throne is done. Duality still plagues me. But its presence within not as strongly as it use to be. Here I can rest. She reassures me Im doing my best. Bequeathing acceptance, and strength telling me to let her handle the rest. (This is a poem updating and continuing the story from a few poems I wrote years ago. Ill post those later.)
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 06:38:01 +0000
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